Chuzheng went up to the second floor, with guards placed at intervals.
Uncle Bai opened the door to a room with a welcoming gesture.
Chuzheng stepped into the room.
A faint smell of blood drifted in the air.
Chuzheng glanced around the room.
There was only one person sitting on the sofa.
The man looked relaxed, like an elegant and aristocratic cat.
He held a string of Buddha Beads in his hand, his fair fingertips slowly sliding over them.
Two people stood behind him, and three others were positioned separately around the room.
The man lowered his hand, and everyone in the room followed Uncle Bai out.
The door closed with a 'click'.
Yu Jin propped up his chin, lazily asking, "Miss Song, how did you find this place so late at night?"
Chuzheng walked over: "What are you doing?"
Yu Jin glanced around: "What do you think I'm doing, Miss Song?"
"Killing isn't allowed." Chuzheng sat across from him: "Are you killing someone?"
There was nothing here.
